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Staying home, my time was divided between Abby and the house. Edward was mostly busy. When he wasn't training or had a game, he had an interview or had to go to some TV show, so the only time we were alone was at night when we were both tired.

When Esme had left, a week after Abby was born, I felt helpless. When Edward was coming home, he had found me crying every day, for almost a month.

And no matter how tired he was, he woke up at night, trying to get to Abby before her cry woke me up, like I could sleep when I knew she needed something. I was living on caffeine and naps whenever Abby was napping too and I didn't have anything else to do. I found myself wondering how women that worked took care of their kids, house and went to work too? It was beyond me.

Edward started buying take-out just to keep me from cooking too. I appreciated it, but I told him not to make a habit of it. I thought he realized it wasn't good for health when he agreed to stop buying take-out. A week later, he came home earlier, with food…from Liz. I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time, and Edward stared at me as if I was crazy.

When the play-offs were over, I was glad that Edward was home too, helping me. I had a sleeping schedule again.

On his birthday, I sent him out with Abby wanting to bake him a cake. It turned out harder than I thought since I wanted to make the one Sylvia made. I ended up calling her and pleading her to come and show me.

When the doorbell rang, I rushed to the door, realizing what I was wearing and praying it was Sylvia and not a neighbor. My short nightgown left little to the imagination, and the sad part was that I hadn't taken it off since I put it on last night…like I had hoped, because Abby's colic kept us awake almost the whole night.

Sylvia smiled, whistling as she saw me. I rolled my eyes, letting her in.

"Hi," I greeted her.

"Well, hello!" She kept grinning.

"As if," I mumbled turning to go to the kitchen.

"As if what?" she asked, following me after taking her sandals off.

"This." I gestured to my nightgown. "We have a few hours to do this. I sent him to the park with Abby."

"Okay, I didn't know if you had everything, so I bought a few things."

"You didn't tell me what I need," I said through greeted teeth.

"Of course, it's my recipe! You won't know it because I'm baking this while you're going to sleep. You look like shit, Bella."

"Thank you," I said bitterly. "Not sleeping more than three hours does this to me. And I'm not sleeping. I want to help you."

She convinced me to at least shower and have more coffee. With that, I agreed. Fifteen minutes later, I was wearing my shorts and one of Edward's shirts, ready to start the cake.

Sylvia allowed me to help with the cream while she worked on the dough. I kept sipping from my huge mug of coffee, but it didn't have an effect, I was still tired.

"Can I ask why you didn't sleep?" Sylvia whispered after a quiet hour of just working on the cake.

"It was Abby that kept us awake," I explained. "And to make everything perfect, when we had finally fallen asleep…Cody came to announce us he had to potty."

"Ouch."

"You can say that again. I have no idea what to do, I feel helpless…when is the colic going to end? First, I know it hurts her and second, we'd sleep better at night."

"It should disappear in a month or two, but there are some cases when it lasts up to twelve months," Sylvia explained.

I nearly dropped my mug. "NO!" I shouted, panicked. "No, no, no."

"Calm down, I'm sure it won't last that long," she assured me, but I was already imagining what she had just said. "Bella, it will go away in a month or two, believe me."

"I truly hope so. Oh!" I exclaimed giggling. "You wouldn't believe what we discovered. I forgot about it last night, we should have tried that."

"What's that?" she asked amused, leaning in her chair.

"Last Friday, I walked Cody and took Abby with me too. When we returned, Edward was in the living room with loud music on, sitting on the couch. I had returned quicker than I intended because Abby was crying and I couldn't calm her. As soon as she heard the loud rock music, she stopped crying. I was about to tell Edward to turn it down, but was too surprised to do anything," I explained. "When he saw us, he rushed to turn the music down and…cue Abby crying. We shared a good laugh over that."

"I've heard that loud noises soothe them…for some odd reason," Sylvia acknowledged. "What music?"

"Metallica," I answered with a huge smile.

She burst in laughter, shaking her head. "Are you serious?" she asked once she calmed down.

"I'm not joking. She really liked it. I hadn't ever seen her smiling like that."

We finished the cake right on time. I was putting it inside the fridge when Edward came back. I wouldn't have known he was back if I hadn't heard Cody barking like mad.

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot!" Edward growled.

Before I could turn and ask why he was barking, I felt something nudging my ass.

"Hey, Cody," I whispered turning to pet his head. He loved to sniff our asses for some odd reason. Edward once joked that he might think we were his mommy and daddy. That was probably true, but still, he had to stop doing it because it was disturbing and it tickled me.

"Oh, Sylvia!" he said surprised. "Uh, hi."

"Hello. And happy birthday," she said quietly. Before I could tell her not to kiss him, it was too late. Abby realized someone was invading her time with her daddy and she started wailing. She even did that with me. No one was allowed to stay in between her time with Edward. "Oh, sorry," Sylvia whispered, a giggle escaping her.

Edward groaned, narrowing his eyes at Sylvia before focusing on Abby as he left the kitchen, whispering to her.

"Really, I didn't know!" Sylvia defended herself.

"It's okay. He's worse than her. There are times we fight on who is gonna feed her. I win most of them, cause I have the milk," I joked. "But when it's just fun times, he hogs her for hours."

"I can just imagine you two fighting over who's feeding her while she's crying her lungs out."

"Well, it's not like that," I said seriously. "Sometimes…most of the time." I shrugged.

Edward came back a few minutes later with Abby and passed her to me. Willingly. Wow. "I think she needs a change," he mumbled.

Figures. He hadn't figured out how to use the diaper. I showed him step by step and he still got it wrong. As I left the kitchen, I heard him telling Sylvia to never do that again.

"You've got him wrapped around your little finger," I told Abby. She smiled, probably knowing it too and always using it to her advantage. "But he still doesn't know how to change you," I added.

When she realized I was changing her diaper, something she didn't like and no one could explain why, she started fussing.

"Now, don't start crying. I'm gonna put a new one so you'll be clean. Don't you want that?" I asked, taking the used one off, fighting against my gag reflex. The baby formula mixed with my milk was horrible...for her stool.

I decided to put her to a nap after her long walk – or being carried – and by the time I made it to the kitchen I realized I had been gone for at least one hour.

They weren't in the kitchen, but I could hear them talking in the back yard so I grabbed the baby monitor from the counter and went outside.

"I thought we lost you," Edward joked when he saw me.

"You know it takes ages until she falls asleep," I reminded him and plopped on the swing. We had bought it a month ago and it worked miracles in making Abby go to sleep faster.

I snuggled into Edward's side and closed my eyes. "Where did you go?"

"The park, but we didn't stay long. Liz called to wish me a happy birthday and when she heard you banished me from the house, she invited me over."

"I didn't banish you," I mumbled.

"Yes, you did. You invited Sylvia and caught up while I was left alone with a wailing baby and an insane dog."

I laughed, catching Sylvia's eye and her face made me laugh harder. He had no idea I had been working on a surprise for him.

"And you didn't want to go," Sylvia told him amused, rolling her eyes. "She fed you, I bet."

"Sure, she did. And she told me to enjoy the payback," he added mournfully.

"What?" I asked confused titling my head to look at his face.

"Liz said I used to cry twelve hours out of twenty-four, the rest, I was sleeping or eating." He shrugged. "I think she made that up, though. I mean, didn't she tell us that I was good?" Edward raised an eyebrow at me.

"She said you were quiet and good as a toddler," I reminded him giggling.

"I'm not having babies then," Sylvia decided. "Mom used to tell me that I cried the whole night and she never got any sleep. So no babies for me."

I snorted, pressing my face in Edward's chest. "Do you think I wanted or that I was ready? It happened, and if I come to think…I always wondered if it was possible to skip this part…the first year or two. A toddler sounds much better than a newborn."

"I'll remind you of this when Abby starts walking and we have to cushion every furniture corner in the house," Edward chuckled.

"Or when she'd start talking…and you won't understand her baby talk," Sylvia added with a laugh.

"Stop ruining it. In my head this looked better," I groaned, closing my eyes.

"We shouldn't have taught him to open the door," Edward muttered making me open my eyes and see Cody coming out of the house. He came straight to me and after propping his front paws on my legs, he dropped something from his mouth on my lap. "Eww!" Edward moaned. "Wait, that's…your phone!"

I looked surprised at Cody. What the hell? He nudged my knee with his muzzle, looking at the phone. I wiped it on my pant leg before looking at the screen. I had two missed calls.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped. "He brought me the phone because it was ringing!" I exclaimed still in shock. After patting his head, I focused on the phone to see who had called. It was Rose, so after snuggling back in Edward's side, I called her back.

After I hung up with Rose, I let the swing lull me to sleep. I jerked awake when my pillow moved away.

"Sorry," Edward whispered and went inside.

I was still confused and out of it until I heard the distinctive crying from the monitor. I was alone on the rocker. Yawning and stretching, I grabbed the baby monitor and went inside.

The table was set and food on it making me feel like a horrible host. I knew Sylvia had done it because Edward had been with me the whole while. She was in the corner of the kitchen, playing with Cody.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up. It's almost six," she told me petting Cody's head one more time before getting up.

"Six?" I gasped looking at the clock.

"You were probably really tired."

"You got that right," I mumbled, yawning again. "But, you shouldn't have done this." I gestured to the table.

"It was the least I could do. I saw how tired you were, Bella. Not even I look so tired after a forty-eight hours shift." She shot me a smile.

I was about to go after Edward when he returned with Abby. "Good, you're here. Let's eat," I decided.

"After you feed her."

"If it weren't for feeding and changing the diaper, I'd never touch her," I told him playfully picking Abby from his arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck smiling.

"You hog her the whole time I'm away," Edward told me, pouting.

"I'm going to feed her and be back," I told her leaving the room.

"You can stay, I don't mind," Sylvia said from behind me.

I didn't have enough confidence to do it in front of Edward, but in front of her too! I knew that this was something normal and I should be proud of it, but it still embarrassed me. Edward had told me countless times that I was crazy when I was sending him out of the room.

I sat on the couch in the living room and arranged Abby so she could be comfortable while drinking. Everyone had told me that it was great I was breastfeeding her and that she was accepting it. Marcus had advised me to add the baby formula too and in a few months, I had to start feeding her solids…that meant she was growing up and I was already hating that.

Abby was also teething and that was the worst part when she fed. Like now, when she decided it was funny to bite me. Her little hands clung to my breast and her short, sharp teeth dug in my nipple.

"Hey," I whispered, narrowing my eyes at her. She knew what she was doing because she smiled at me. "Why did you have to inherit that from Edward?" I closed my eyes trying to block that cute smile and focus on detaching her from me.

"Did you say something?" Edward asked shuffling inside the room.

Ignoring the blush that was raising to my cheeks, I looked up at him. "Yeah, she knows it's not nice to bite me and she gives me this innocent smile…just like yours," I explained turning my eyes to Abby, who was looking between Edward and me with huge eyes, her lips fast trained to my nipple.

When Edward didn't say anything or just made a silly joke like he usually did, I looked at him to see if he was still there. He was, but his eyes were trained to Abby. He licked his lower lip before meeting my eyes and slowly sat next to me.

"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful like that," he whispered in my ear.

"What?" I gasped, shocked.

"When you feed her…I wish you saw how beautiful you are. I love you so much." Edward cupped my cheek and brought his head closer to kiss me. I closed my eyes melting in his sweet kiss until Abby decided she wasn't getting enough attention and bit me hard. Unfortunately, I bit Edward's tongue in the process.

"Sorry," I mumbled looking at him apologetically. "Why did you do that?" I asked Abby. "I think you had enough for now." Slowly, I took her away from my swollen nipple. Soon, she'd draw blood.

"Se bet ya?"

"What?" I asked amused turning to Edward. He gestured to Abby and my breast. I nodded. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He grinned.

Yeah, right. I rolled my eyes and focused on getting Abby's gases out. After my shirt was covering me, we went to the kitchen.

"We can eat now," I told Sylvia.

Dinner was relatively quiet. Abby watched us from her chair with a frown. She probably wanted to eat what we ate, and when she opened her mouth I was prepared. I stuck the pacifier in her little mouth taking her by surprise. She looked so shocked that all of us laughed for five minutes. She thought she should join us and started clapping.

"That was really sneaky, Bella," Edward said once he calmed down.

"It keeps her distracted." I shrugged.

At desert, Sylvia helped me carry the dishes to the sink while I took the cake out.

"Close your eyes," I instructed Edward as I walked past him.

"Why?" he whined.

"Just do it."

He pursed his lips but closed his eyes too. I winked at Sylvia and opened the fridge. Setting the cake in front of Edward carefully, I stuck the two candle digits in it and lit them. He sniffed around making me laugh; I got a shrug and a small chuckle from him.

Once the candles were lit, I walked to Abby to make sure she wasn't going to be scared when the lights went down. When I raised my thumb to Sylvia, she flicked the light off.

"Open," I told Edward.

He blinked a few times, his eyes widening when he saw the cake. "Oh, fuck!"

We started signing and Edward smiled at me, closing his eyes probably making a wish. He opened them and blew off the candles. Sylvia switched the light on again and came back to the table.

"I can't believe…thank you so much," he whispered.

"Did you think I forgot?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you told me happy birthday this morning. I knew you were so busy with Abby lately that I didn't even expect it…"

"That's why she sent you away," Sylvia told him, ruffling his hair.

"Watch out!" Edward hissed. "Can we cut it?" He nearly bounced in his chair.

Before I could answer, I felt Abby's body straining then I saw something flying toward Edward. She had spat the pacifier…and it hit Edward in the middle of the forehead.

"What the…" he muttered and looked on his lap. His eyes widened and he turned to Abby who looked proud of her stunt. "Did she do it?"

"No, it was me," I said sarcastically. "That's her way of saying happy birthday probably."

"Oh, this is my present from you?" Edward asked holding the pacifier to Abby. She nodded vigorously making us laugh. "Then it's mine. You're not getting it back."

"If you stick that in your mouth, you're joining her in the crib with a diaper on you too," I warned him as he moved the pacifier dangerously close to his mouth.

"He might like it," Sylvia joked. "He'll be close to her."

Edward grinned at her before raising and grabbing Abby in his arms and kissed her head. "Thank you, baby. At least, you gave me something, though next time try to put it in my hand not take my eye out," he said seriously, arranging her in his arms. "Now I know who loves me the most. You two didn't even have something for me."

"The cake!" Sylvia shouted, pointing to it. "We worked the whole day on it!"

"And I wanted to give your present last night…but she kept us up the whole night," I mumbled. "Did you even see what I was wearing?"

Edward looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Okay, sorry. I was just kidding." I knew him better than that. "Though Abby's the only one considerate to give me something."

"For that one, you're not getting any cake," I argued making his eyes grow large. That mocha cake was his Achilles' heel.

"I take everything back, just give me cake," he pleaded.

He couldn't enjoy the cake much since he decided to keep Abby in his arms and she was set to get his entire attention. When she saw that her fussing didn't distract him from the food, she started hitting him in the head with her toy and when he simply took it from her and put it out of reach, Abby pushed his hand making the cake from the teaspoon end up on his nose.

Sylvia and I were eating and enjoying the show as Edward grew annoyed that he couldn't eat. Served him right.

"Abby, seriously!" he moaned.

By the time Sylvia left, Edward's face was painted in chocolate along with their clothes. I couldn't be upset when she was so determined to get his undivided attention.

That night, when Abby was clean and asleep, I knew I had time for Edward's present. She was really tired and she'd probably sleep till morning. That thought made me giddy about my time alone with Edward.

While he was in the shower, scrubbing chocolate off his face and hair, I slipped in the red negligee. It proved more difficult that the previous night because in my eagerness, I got caught in the straps.

When Edward came out of the bathroom, I was twisted awkwardly in front of the mirror trying to untangle myself. He sucked in a breath.

"Uh, happy birthday," I whispered, meeting his green gaze in the mirror.

He chuckled and came to stand behind me. "What have you done, Bella?"

"Tangled up." I laughed realizing how it looked. "And ruined the surprise."

"You didn't," he said quietly. "I was sure you'd be asleep. I know you're tired." Edward kissed my bare shoulder slipping his hands under my arms and cupping my breasts. "Do you think we have time?"

"She's the tired one, not me. I slept for hours this afternoon," I reminded him.

"Ah, now I know why you allowed her to paint me!"

I grinned titling my head and catching his lips in a deep kiss. He moaned quietly, entangling his tongue with me before sucking it gently in his mouth.

"Did I hurt you earlier?" I whispered against his mouth.

"Nothing I haven't experienced before." He dropped a trail of kisses along my shoulder blade. "Once I bit my tongue so hard I made it bleed. Guess whose fault it was?"

I shrugged, wriggling my right hand trying to make it slip from the weird straps.

"Emmett," Edward answered not realizing I was caught in my own mess.

"A little help," I mumbled. "I feel a muscle starting to pull."

His eyes fell to my arm then he looked to my shoulder then back to my hand and a loud laugh escaped him.

"Hush!" I hissed, stepping over his foot. "If you wake up Abby, I swear you won't get any for a month!"

Edward's eyes widened and he clamped his mouth shut, only his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Slowly, he started pulling at the string to release me.

"If I restrained you, you wouldn't have agreed."

It took me a second to realize what he had said. The thought should have probably scared me, but it only aroused me. And he saw it because the silly negligee didn't leave much to the imagination.

I watched Edward's bottom lip disappearing between his teeth as he contemplated something. I wanted to tell him not to think of that, but the mere thought of being restrained and at his mercy made me tingle. It was weird, because I liked control…but he usually dictated what happened in bed. Even after so many years, he knew more, he knew me better.

"Bondage?" he asked on a hoarse voice.

It was my turn to bite my lip. I didn't answer, unsure of my answer. Whatever he chose, I trusted him.

"Are you attached to his?" Edward asked against me ear, tugging on the red material I was tangled in.

"No." I couldn't ask why because he ripped it off my body, licking his lips.

"Bed. Get on the bed. On your back. Arms on the headboard."

I felt a shudder of anticipation and arousal ran through me as I scrambled up on the bed. "Sitting or lying?" I asked, glancing back over my shoulder.

"However you're comfortable. You'll be like that for some time," he told me with a crooked smile, twisting what was left of the negligee in his hands.

I chose to lie down and reach up of the headboard, wrapping my hands around the bar I found there. I raised my head in time to see Edward's towel dropping to the floor as he advanced to me like a ferocious predator.

Who thought we'd have time to play around once we had a baby?

He grinned down at me as he straddled my hips and carefully wrapped the negligee around my wrists then to the bed. "Is it too tight?"

"What? Oh, no." I grinned, bucking up my hips.

"No, no. None of that, Bella. Now, I plan on torturing you."

"Why?" I whined. "I was planning on giving you something nice. I haven't forgotten."

"Shh." Edward moved lower until he was kneeling between my legs. His mouth descended to mine and I forgot my name as he did sinful things with his tongue. Leaving me breathless, his soft lips covered the length of my throat, paying great attention to the lob of my left ear making me squirm under him. I wanted to touch him. Slowly, he licked his way to my breasts, dipping his tongue in the valley between them before peppering kissed over my right boob only to close his lips around my nipple.

A moment later he sat up coughing and swallowing thickly. He looked horrified. As I watched him surprised, it drowned to me. Sucking my breast…my breast full of milk. A giggle escaped my lips as he narrowed his eyes at me.

Tentatively, he settled back and continued to kiss my breast avoiding my nipple which made me laugh harder.

"You know…usually the man puts breast milk in the coffee by mistake. It's cliché. I guess you're just unique, drinking from the source."

"Bella!" he hissed, narrowing his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked innocently trying to hide my smile.

"It didn't taste bad, per say…it was just strange. I'm not used to that when I suck your nipple," he explained quietly. Bending his head, he licked my right nipple before looking up at me and running his tongue over his lips.

"You're insane," I stated, unsure if I should feel sick or amused. "It's for Abby."

"She has to learn to share," he joked. "Does it hurt?" he whispered, growing serious and running his thumb over my scarred nipple.

"She's teething, Edward. And yes, it hurts so be careful."

All hints of mischief were gone as he cupped my right breast and licked slowly around my nipple, kissing it already making me forget about the slight pain.

"This is really fascinating? Why didn't I see it before?" Edward wondered, watching transfixed as milk leaked out as he squeezed my breast.

I wished I could slap him up the head, but I couldn't move my hands. "You're wasting Abby's food!"

"But it's truly fascinating," he insisted squeezing tighter making it almost painful. My warning of what might happen was lost, stuck in my throat when milk squirted out, splashing him on the face.

"Edward, that's enough!"

He licked his lips and nodded seriously, dipping his head to kiss me. There was something different and I realized I could taste the milk too. He could be such a kid sometimes; especially when he discovered something new. He spent hours on that new thing.

Thankfully, when he stopped kissing me, he went directly between my legs leaving my breasts be. They were tortured enough by Abby as it was. It didn't take him long to bring me release with his skilled tongue.

"I can't wait anymore," he murmured wrapping my legs around his waist and bringing me on his lap.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked, raising my brow. Did I have to be the rational one? He used to be careful. Always.

"What?" Edward asked surprised, stopping right at my entrance. That was pure torture.

"Uh, condom?"

"Fuck. Really?" he moaned incredulously.

"Yes, really," I said sternly. "If we're married the condoms don't magically disappear!"

"But you said you're taking the pill," he mumbled pouting.

I sighed loudly, blowing a piece of hair that had fallen on my face. "You don't have any, do you?"

"No." He shook his head, his brows knitting in the middle of his forehead. "How about…I finish out? Will you feel better?"

I realized we were killing the mood, and I couldn't conceive him doing such a thing. We were married not having an affair!

"Don't even think of that. I'm sorry I said anything. I guess the pill doesn't give me much visual protection," I explained, wriggling on his lap making him slip inside me.

He made love with me slowly, and it felt even better. As much as I wanted to touch him and feel his muscles on his back as he moved, it heightened other senses bringing me closer to the release. But Edward was intent on driving me insane. When he felt I was close, he slowed, almost stopping his movements as he kissed me deeply. When I realized he was close too, I wrapped my legs around his waist, hugging him to me and digging my soles in his ass. His hands moved up my arms until our fingers entwined and his hips gyrated harder and faster in jerky movements that told me he was really close.

The closer he got, the more vocal he got. I couldn't get to his mouth to kiss him and keep the sounds from waking Abby. But I wasn't any better, especially when I fell apart – I shouted his name, trashing under him.

Edward fell on top of me, breathing harshly against my neck, one hand squeezing my hip as I still jerked under him.

A high pitched wail came from the other room making him groan. "I'll go, you sleep."

"Wait, my…" He was already gone, tugging a pair of boxer on him as he left. "Hands," I finished to the empty room. My arms would probably fall off until morning. "Edward!" I shouted after him hearing Abby starting to cry again. Oops.

"What?" He asked, appeared in the doorway with Abby in his arms.

"My hands!"

"Oh, crap." He looked around, almost panicked. What was he doing? After a minute, he laid Abby next to me and she looked annoyed that she was no longer in his arm. Edward untied me quickly, pressing his lips to my forehead before grabbing Abby and lounging next to me.

I felt extremely exposed, but didn't care much. After wrapping the thin throw over us, I wrapped an arm over them and put my head on his shoulder. I was almost asleep when searing pain coursed through my scalp close to my forehead.

"No!" Edward hissed but he sounded amused.

I opened an eye to see Abby's hand in my hair. Edward was trying to pry her off with a huge smile on his face. After much coaxing from both of us, she let go and Edward caught both her little hands in his large palm.

"Sleep," he murmured to me, kissing the spot that had been almost left without hair. She loved pulling at my hair and I realized why women cut their hair once they had a child.

"Night," I mumbled, tightening my arm around Abby's body and running my thumb over Edward's ribs.

He kept having a whispered monologue with Abby who kept fussing until I heard him singing something. It was meant to make her sleep, but it sent me into a deep sleep.

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